The raindrops are the size of paint splatter. The gods taking a page from Jackson Pollock. These last few days the weather has been schizophrenic. Cold weather followed by a late summer day in April, a mad thunderstorm as the hot and cold fronts battle behind the skyscape. Hot, cold, hot, cold. An in-between monsoon wind and rain.
It’s over before I can sneeze, the rain drops linger on the petals and leaves and the metal stairs like morning dew.
Then I see the passion flowers bursting amid the rosemary, and all is right again.
The sky may be gray on this overcast rainy day but I caught this flower awakening to spring:
passion flower blooms, @prez13
A harbinger of spring greets me this morning.
Blue Jay on the fire escape, @prez13
The forecast is 80 degrees and sunny.
Buona Pasqua, friends!
I have an early morning meeting in lower Manhattan. I exit the subway to a city not quite awake.
My path takes me around the Oculus and 9/11 Memorial Pools. I pause to touch one of the engraved names, make a silent prayer in a morning meditation.
World Financial District & 9/11 Memorial Pools, NYC @Prez13
Spring is in the air. Daffodil blooms where you least expect them. Skies are blue, the clouds an art form.
Jersey City Skyline, view from 225 Liberty Street @prez13
I catch a whiff of rain.
The city is alive with new energy. And people are smiling, too. That’s always a good sign.